Nobility, A Tree

Posted Dec 14, 2008 by Psychobutterfly / comments 2 comments / Print / Font Size Decrease font size Increase font size

These are some poems which i wrote during my trips

Nobility

Make your pain into a harp.
Become a nightingale,
become a flower.
When bitter years arrive,
make your pain into a harp
and sing the one song.

Don't bind your wound
but with the branches of the rose.
I give you wanton myrrh
- for balm - and opium.
Don't bind your wound,
your purple blood.

Tell the gods to "let me die!"
but hold on to the glass.
Buck against your days when
there's a festival for you.
Tell the gods to "let me die!"
but say it with a laugh.

Make your pain into a harp.
Refresh your lips
at the lips of your wound.
One dawn, one evening,
make your pain into a harp
and laugh, and die.

A Tree

With calm, indifferent brow
I'll greet the afternoons, the dawns.

A tree, I'll stand and gaze at both
the tempest and the azure sky.

I'll say that life's the coffin
in which people's joy and sorrow die.

Tonight the moon...

Tonight the moon will fall upon
the strand, a heavy pearl.
And over me will play the mad
mad moonlight.

The ruby wave will shatter
at my feet, and scatter all the stars.
From my palms two doves
will have been born;

they'll rise -- two silver birds --,
be filled -- two cups -- with moonlight,
sprinkle moonlight on my shoulders,
on my hair.

The sea is molten gold.
I'll launch my dream to sail
upon a ca&idieresis;que. I'll tread a diamond
into gravel, glistening.

The encircling light will seem to pierce
my heart, a heavy pearl.
And I shall laugh. And then I'll weep... And there,
there's the moonlight!

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jstroudpainter
jstroudpainter said... on January 27th, 2009 at 4:28 PM

nice job!

Kayzzaman
Kayzzaman said... on December 30th, 2008 at 10:51 PM

Excellent work!



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